Page 23 of Her Alien Soldier
He took mercy on his delectable little bartender. This time, at least.
He pulled back, kissing her thighs, nuzzling her sensitive slit with his nose as she panted and whimpered. When he looked up at her, he nearly roared in victory.
She was stunning. Pale, creamy skin flushed pink with pleasure, eyes dazed, lips plump. Her dusky pink nipples were pebbled with arousal as she lay back on the pillows, staring at him with deep satisfaction in her gaze.
He crawled up, holding himself up over her beautiful body, lowering his lips to hers and kissing her deeply. “Stay right there. I will get you breakfast and tea,” he murmured againsther mouth, and she smiled as she watched him walk out of her bedroom, firm, muscular ass flexing with each heavy step.
By late afternoon, they’d had breakfast, tea, pastries, two more rounds of noisy, mind-shattering sex, and had watched the first season of an earth science fiction show about people on a spaceship lost far from home.
Was this how people actually lived? It hit him, as they shared the soup and warm rolls she’d made for dinner, cuddled against each other at her kitchen counter, that people actually just… did this.
Lived.
Shared quiet moments that didn’t matter to anyone else, but mattered very much to the two of them.
Even as he enjoyed his time with Maggie, an undercurrent of anger simmered. He’d never really lived. Almost his entire adult life had been spent at war. Decades taken from him by the Redlian Empire.
He’d never had moments like these. But he also knew he could only blame the Redlians so much. There were times he could have adored Avixia, his almost-spouse, the way he adored Maggie. Lavished her with attention, made her feel happy and wanted. And he hadn’t.
He looked over at Maggie. His, that little voice in his mind, that leftover mating instinct, whispered to him. Whether that was true or not, he was glad he could be better for her than he’d been for Avixia.
Hopefully, he would not foul it up.
Chapter Ten
Maggie spent the next several days feeling like she was living in one of the steamy romance novels she loved so much. She worked, and she spent time with Xarek, either sitting on his lap while he watched for the Paraxian and teased her, or wandering the station, showing her some of the areas where she liked to spend time. She introduced him to Julia, Agatha, and Georgina, and she’d decided to invite them for pizza and cards in her quarters. On a spur of the moment decision, she also invited the Bellarian lead singer, Andethor, and one of his bandmates, and to her surprise, they’d joined.
The pizzas were just finishing, Xarek lingering behind her, his hands on her hips as he watched her slice them into pieces. He leaned down, and she lifted a stray pepperoni to his mouth, and he accepted it, leaning down over her shoulder, capturing her fingertips along with the pepperoni.
“Delicious,” he murmured, sucking on her fingertips, gently nibbling them as he wrapped his strong arms around her waist from behind.
“Behave. I can’t have you bending me over the kitchen counter right now,” she warned him, laughing, and he squeezed her and kissed the side of her neck.
“I’ll just have to bend you over it after your guests leave,” he said, nipping the sensitive skin at the side of her neck with his sharp teeth, making her release an undignified little “eep!” just as the alert sounded that someone was at the door.
“Terrible, awful timing,” Xarek grunted, releasing her then patting her ass as she grinned and walked toward the door. She pressed the button to open the door, finding Julia, Georgina, and Agatha waiting. They came into her quarters in a tornado of chit chat and laughter, greeting Xarek as they made themselves at home on the sofas and chairs in the main part of her quarters.
Georgina was part of the administrative staff on the station, usually dressed in a dark blue uniform that made her easily recognizable as official station personnel. Her dark auburn hair, usually pinned up in a conservative, neat style, cascaded down her shoulders, and she wore comfortable black pants and a white sweater that hung off of one shoulder. Julia was her usual blonde, stylish, California-girl self, and Agatha, definitely the quietest of her friends and newest to the group, mostly listened and smiled, her dark hair with its streaks of pure white around her face giving her a punk rock look.
Back when punk rock was a thing on Earth, anyway. She’d seen videos, feeds of what people had dressed like. Listened to a lot of the music.
In all honesty, a lot of the Bellarian band’s songs sounded like that music. She’d have to ask sometime if they’d been inspired by Earth music.
Xarek helped her pour and serve drinks, and then the chime was sounding again. Xarek went to answer the door, and Andethor and his drummer, Mal, were walking in, talking to Xarek and giving the rest of them a wave.
When they made their way to the seating area, Maggie made all the introductions, though for the most part everyone knew everyone at least by sight. Maggie handed plates of pizza around, Xarek passed out drinks, and then they were all eating and talking.
Maggie looked around. Her living room was full of people. She wasn’t alone. And they were all happy, talking, laughing, and eating. Even Xarek, normally so watchful and on guard, seemed more relaxed.
After they ate, Maggie pulled out some vintage card games from Earth, and they played, laughing as they tried to figure out the rules, then getting more and more competitive as the game went on. She couldn’t help but notice Julia checking Andethor out more than once, the two of them trading barbs across the game table as the night went on.
And now Maggie really hoped the big Bellarian lead singer was what he said he was, and that he was on the right side. Not only had Andethor been hilarious with his stories of performances and places he’d travelled, but she thought he and Julia made a good pair.
Her friend deserved a big, sexy alien in her bed.
Speaking of which, she turned, glancing at Xarek. He sat beside her, his thick, muscular thigh pressed against hers. She rather enjoyed having this big, sexy alien in her own bed. Thelast few days had been more amazing than she could have ever dreamed. If it had just been one night, and then helping him pretend by sitting on his lap while he kept watch, she could have written this off as casual fun for both of them. But he’d stayed. Slept with her. Fed her. Read to her as she snuggled against him on the couch.
None of it felt temporary. And she felt the change in her, those walls coming down, the barriers she’d put up to protect herself after her divorce. He made her feel safe.
